On New Year's Day, Michael and I embarked on our journey to Utah. We didn't anticipate how majestic the Rockies would look during this drive. They were utterly magical; I couldn't put my camera down while we zipped through the winding passes. The mountain range looked beautiful from a distance, but driving directly through allowed us to view the snow-capped beauties from a totally different perspective. It was one of those experiences that makes you realize how tiny you really are.
About an hour into our drive, it started snowing. We slowed to a stop in heavy traffic due to several accidents, which made me nervous. We didn't have chains on our tires and I was terrified of running off the road. We saw numerous cars in such a predicament. After a lunch break at Chipotle outside of Vail, the snow finally lessened and our speed increased. We drove past several mountain towns and ski resorts, which were almost as stunning as the mountains surrounding us. I was amazed by all of the cottages teetering on the edge of snowy cliffs, beautifully painted and shining brightly against the white snow. I've always been drawn to tropical destinations for vacation, but driving through Vail Ski Resort inspired me to try my luck in the snow one day.
This particular day of driving was definitely the most nerve-racking. Michael kept a steady hand at the wheel, but the snow was so heavy at one point that we couldn't see the giant mountains lining the highway. Everything was gray and foggy, with snow barreling from every direction. (Pro tip: Don't use wiper fluid in the middle of a snowstorm. It will FREEZE and you will have to stop and scrape the ice from your windshield.) I practically jumped for joy when we escaped the storm, but to our dismay, we had to stop about three hours from Salt Lake City that night since we were stuck in traffic for so long. I'm thankful for the experience, though, because the snow was absolutely beautiful. Seeing snow while growing up at the beach was rare, and I finally got a taste of it right after Christmas in Colorado. It was kind of perfect.